Chapter 16
TarynA stack of invoices from the last private event sat on my desk, requiring reconciliation with accounting. My boss awaited a revised budget estimate for the quarter, and I needed to sift through event proposals from half a dozen hotel properties for the company’s analyst conference.
Attacking that list of to-dos would typically energize me. I wouldn’t leave the office until at least two of those items were off my desk. Instead, I sat stunned in my office, luckily concealed behind frosted glass.
My eyes puffed from spent tears. I should go home, but I didn’t dare face coworkers looking a wreck. So I sat. My pile of work troubles looked like a mole hill next to the disaster mounting in my personal life.
Jeff kept calling. I responded to his earlier attempts to talk with te
